I was so busy that time flew by so fast, and in a blink of an eye it was the day when Ni Yinghong was giving birth, and it was also the time when Chu Zhile was hosting the full moon party.
Early that morning, the gastrodia was bright.
It was not even five o'clock, and Ni Yinghong, who was almost going crazy from holding back, quickly got up from the bed. She had not taken a shower for a month and looked extremely slovenly. Her pink and white cheeks were full of oil and her hair was sticky.
Together, they exude a sour smell.
"My body is almost ready for farming."
After putting on her clothes, Ni Yinghong raised her hand and wiped her neck with disgust, then rubbed off a piece of mud and quickly threw it on the ground. Then she came to the crib and looked at the baby who was sleeping soundly.
Chu Zhile.
Looking at her daughter who was sleeping soundly, she frowned as she wanted to take a bath. After hesitating for a moment, she still reached out and picked up the baby to wake her up, pee, fed her some milk, and then coaxed her again.
sleep.
She did this to prevent the child from waking up when she took a bath later.
After putting the child who had fallen asleep again into the crib again, Ni Yinghong was not in a hurry to leave. She stood aside and waited for a while. Seeing that she had fallen asleep and would not wake up for a while, she came to the closet and started.
He dug out a set of inner and outer clothes, then looked for washing tools, then went out to the study to call Chu Heng, who was sleeping soundly.
"Don't sleep, get up quickly."
"ah?"
Chu Heng sat up in confusion, looked at his wife who was standing aside with a sour smell, squinted his eyes and said in a daze: "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Ni Yinghong rolled her eyes and said, "Have you forgotten what I told you yesterday? I have to take a bath in the morning. Get up quickly and boil some water with me. When you're done, give me a bath."
"Hey, let's get up." Chu Heng finally came to his senses, hurriedly opened the quilt and put on his clothes, followed his wife to the kitchen, lit two large stoves, and boiled two pots of water.
In Ni Yinghong's current situation, a pot of water is definitely not enough for her to wash.
After boiling the water, Chu Heng squatted by the stove and watched the fire, while Ni Yinghong was like a refugee, rummaging around in the kitchen looking for something to eat.
During this period, in addition to eggs and millet porridge, she drank various tonic soups. Her greedy eyes were glowing green, and she wanted to eat everything she saw.
The leftover steamed buns from last night, the air-dried chicken on the rafters, the pickled mustard seeds in the jar, etc., all did not escape her clutches.
Seeing this, Chu Heng couldn't help but sighed secretly, and decided not to have any more children in the future. His wife would suffer too much.
"Hey! What are you doing with the soy sauce bottle?"
Suddenly, Chu Heng saw Ni Yinghong, who had turned around, run to the stove, reach out and take out the soy sauce bottle from the pile of condiments in the corner.
"I'll take a sip." As she spoke, Xiao Ni unscrewed the bottle and poured a small sip into her mouth. Then she frowned, wrinkled her pretty face, and hit her mouth hard a few times: "Hey, really.
It’s salty!”
"Nonsense, can soy sauce not be salty?" Chu Heng quickly stood up and stepped forward, snatched the soy sauce bottle from her hand, and said in a dumbfounded voice: "No matter how greedy you are, you can't drink this. Stop screwing yourself and go aside."
Take a break, I’ll buy you breakfast later, what do you want to eat?”
"Stewed, stinky tofu, fried sausage, fried liver, and bean juice."
"Are they all smelly?"
"My mouth is tasteless. I just want to eat something with a stronger taste." Ni Yinghong pulled her husband's sleeve expectantly: "Is it possible?"
"Okay, I'll go buy some after I give you a bath. Is it from Huguo Temple?"
"Yeah."
Ni Yinghong nodded hurriedly.
"This poor one." Chu Heng raised his hand with pity, trying to rub her head like before. Looking at the small white dots on it, he couldn't move his hands, so he pinched her cheek.
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"Hehe." Ni Yinghong, who had not been close to her husband for a while, raised her pretty face and squinted her eyes in enjoyment, like a kitten being caressed by its owner.
Then the couple returned to the stove and sat down next to each other, chatting quietly about household chores, which was warm and relaxing.
After half an hour of this, the water in the pot finally boiled. Snow-white steam spurted out from the edge of the pot, and the narrow kitchen was filled with mist in the blink of an eye.
Yang Guizhi came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Seeing this, she asked curiously: "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Ni Yinghong wants to take a bath, boil some water." Chu Heng said and opened the lid of the pot, took a ladle and scooped out the boiling hot water from the pot and poured it into the bucket on the side.
"Then why didn't you call me?" Yang Guizhi hurriedly came forward to get the water ladle and pushed Chu Heng aside: "Give it to me quickly. I can't even scoop out some water. It's spilled all over the floor."
"Then do it. I'll move the bathtub over with Ni Yinghong, and then come back to fetch water." Chu Heng turned around and called his wife, and together they went to the warehouse to carry out the big bathtub at home, and moved it to the bathroom together.
This thing is made of willow wood and is half a person tall. It's not that heavy, but it's difficult to lift. It's more convenient for two people.
After carrying the things to the bathroom and putting them away, Chu Heng asked Ni Yinghong to put cold water in the bathtub in the house, while he returned to the kitchen and brought back two buckets of water with a pole.
"Wow."
After pouring two tablespoons of water into the bathtub that already contained a lot of cold water, Chu Heng stretched out his hand to test the water temperature and said, "Do you think this temperature is right?"
I don't know why, most women are particularly resistant to heat. After Ni Yinghong tested the water temperature, she shook her head and said: "It's still a bit cold. You can pick it up again. I have to soak for a while, add another bucket, and put the remaining bucket aside."
Set aside to add water."
"It's done."
Chu Heng had no choice but to pick up another load of water and come back. After adjusting the water temperature, he asked Ni Yinghong to soak first. He then went out with an empty lunch box and drove to the Huguo Temple to buy a large bottle of water.
The breakfast was piled with his wife's request.
After he came back with the things, Ni Yinghong was almost finished soaking. Chu Heng immediately put down the things and went to the bathroom, helping his wife take a bath. It was almost six o'clock when Ni Yinghong changed from a sloppy Cinderella to a fragrant little fairy.
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It was almost time to have dinner at this time. When the two of them packed up and came to the main room, the whole family had already gathered in the room. Even Chu Zhile was hugged by Ni's mother and was lying on the Arhat bed, fast asleep.
"Eat, eat."
Seeing a table of delicious food, Ni Yinghong was so greedy that she almost came out and quickly pulled her husband over to sit down.
Qin Jingru smiled and asked: "What do you want to eat, sister-in-law?"
"Braised pork, I eat braised pork." Ni Yinghong quickly handed her the bowl.
Qin Jingru took it and filled a large bowl for her from the basin in front of her.
Seeing this, Mother Ni smiled and said, "This girl is just like me. When I was in confinement, I always ate something heavy. I ate whatever tasted the best."
"Oh, how long have I been thinking about these things?" Ni Yinghong took it and picked up the chopsticks to fish out the food from the bowl and put it in her mouth, eating it with big mouthfuls.
"Look, my wife is so greedy." Chu Heng lovingly took a fried steamed bun slice, smeared it with stinky tofu and handed it to his wife: "Here, eat it."
"Yeah." Ni Yinghong took it and took a bite, savored it for a while before swallowing it, and exhaled with satisfaction: "It's comfortable, it's so fragrant!"
"Eat more if it smells good." The deaf old lady smiled and gave her a piece of fried enema.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
At this moment, Chu Zhile, who was sleeping on the Arhat bed, suddenly started crying.
"Ouch!" Chu Heng's heart trembled, and he hurriedly got up and went to check. When he saw that he had pooped, he quickly took him to the bedroom to change the urine ring and wash his butt.
Not long after, he came back with his daughter who had stopped crying. He did not sit down to eat, but happily walked around the house with his daughter who had woken up.
Qin Jingru glanced at him sideways and joked: "This daughter is different from my son. When Chu Zhecheng was around, my brother was far away from me. But Chu Zhile is now reluctant to let go."
Chu Heng lowered his head to look at his daughter who was amused by him, his back molars were almost exposed: "That's for sure, my daughter was my little lover in my previous life, and my son was a debt collector. I don't care about my little Zhile, but who does my little Zhile care about?
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Chu Zhecheng, who was busy eating, pursed his lips when he heard this, lowered his head and continued to eat indifferently.
